The broken hearts – 4

I cleared a space on the table, moving away our half-eaten food as Sophia moved the burning candles over to the sideboard, the only source of lighting we had. Leaning against the edge of the table now, I easily picked her up, depositing her on the end. Spreading her legs, hiking up her dress I reached for her panties and began trying to pull them down.

“There’s a time…and a place for that Jacob. Now is not the time, nor the place…rip them off!”

I yanked, damn near pulling Sophia off the table as I did, but she had already grabbed the sides of the table anticipating that perhaps. Her panties came away in my hand, ripped and torn, along with several dishes that went flying, crashing against the floor.

“I can always buy new dishes and new panties. But what I can’t buy…is what you and I have,” she said almost casually, brushing away, and thus knocking off additional glassware and cutlery. I reached up, now yanking down on the front of her dress. The small delicate spaghetti straps of her black cocktail dress shredded away as I pulled down on the front of her dress exposing her tantalizing delicious boobs. Sophia was grinning from ear to ear. “That’s sort of what I had in mind when I first put this on for you,” she told me. “Now Jacob…now. Fuck me!”

I speared both of her breasts in my hands as I lunged. The angle of my cock to her pussy was perfect as I slammed into her, filling her in one fell swoop. Impaling her, I held still for a moment, savoring the sweetness of her honey-filled cunt that now surrounded me, clenching me in its vice-like grip.

Thrusting into her the way that I had, had momentarily taken her breath away…and mine. When she finally found her voice again, she sat up, now bracing herself on her elbows looking down and over towards me…towards us. “Oh god Jacob! You’re in me…you’re inside me baby. You’re hot, hard nasty pricks inside my pussy!”

“Oh fuck sis! Yes it is, isn’t it? I can’t believe that it is either. I’m actually fucking my own sister, after all these years…finally.”

“Yes…finally,” she moaned once more, rocking back some, yet gripping me as I slowly withdrew, letting her savor the moment just as I was. “Oh god…yes, yes Jacob, yes! Tease me honey…let me feel that delicious cock of yours sliding out…and then back into my cunt! Nice and slow for a moment…and then fast Jacob, fast….fuck me fast until you’re ready to come, until you can’t hold back any more. And tell me, tell me please so I can do something special for you.”

I slowly slid back into my sister again, hands now mauling her breasts as I did, squeezing them, gathering, and then pinching her nipples, pulling up on them as I rolled them between my fingers. She groaned even more deeply this time, once more laying back on the table, her legs coming almost all the way up to her chest, presenting herself for me.

“Harder now Jacob! Harder! Fuck my cunt Jacob…fuck it, fuck my horny, naughty pussy Jacob….fuck your sister’s hot naughty pussy!” She all but screamed out now.

I was now slamming into her with the rapidity of a freight train. Even more dishes now bouncing around on the table, more sliding off crashing onto the floor, the sounds of which just added to the obscenity of what we were doing. The squishy wetness of her pussy greeting my thrusts, the sounds of which got louder and louder as flesh came together, likewise slapping and meeting one another in a frenzy of lust and passion that I know for myself, I had never experienced before.

“Oh fuck sis…fuck!” I cried out a few minutes later, the only intelligible words I could even utter as my orgasm approached, so tempted…almost too tempted to just keep thrusting, keep fucking her until I began spewing my load deep inside my sister’s sweet slick pussy.

Knowing the moment however, before I could even react or understand, suddenly she was sitting up more fully, her hand down around my cock taking it into her hand. I opened my eyes having felt the sheath of her softness leaving me, but now felt as her hand rubbed my prick like a Cooperhammer against her own precious clit. Beating it against herself in a way that bordered on insanity, I cried out, letting her know as I did that I was about to ejaculate, to spew what I knew was going to be a fairly sizable load here.

We both watched that first, almost magical spray of cream as it leapt from the tip of my cock, splashing against her tender abused clit. And as it did, even before the second rope of semen could join the first, I saw my sister’s liquid climax joining mine. I saw, and then felt the warmth of my sister’s ejaculate drenching and bathing my cock. I was amazed, watching as though in slow motion as my semen literally collided mid-air with her spray. The two forceful jettisons of orgasm mingling, combining and then cascading downwards over the two of us as we each continued to pump, squirt, and bathe one another in climatic sweetness.